The Blackest Sea Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Blackest Sea



Buried in the sand of ill regret,
a rifle washes free
Remembrance of a time when darkness coiled,
a snake of Russian greed
Its chambers empty, sights removed,
it could not, would not, fire
Perdition's tide reclaiming fast
—its shame into the mire

(Warsaw: March,2022)

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